As Long As There Are Digital Clocks, I'll Remember

September 9th, 2001 Gladys left Hope Hospice in Fort Myers and on the 10th was on her way back to Bensenville. I was in Fort Myers when she passed away and by the evening I was on my way back to Miami to return to work. There were a few things that needed to be taken care of before another trip to Bensenville to bury someone. You can never quite prepare for the death of a parent or close family members.

At my desk I fumbled through some paperwork, listened to voice mail messages, and started looking at the e-mail to see what needed to be answered and what could wait till the afternoon.

Then someone came into the office and started talking about a plane crashing into the WTC. It was almost immediately felt that this was an act of terrorism as a second plane crashed into the second tower.

I wondered what could be next. Your mind does strange things at times like this. My first thought was that Mom had known something was going to happen and she wanted to get the hell out of Dodge while she could.

The dislocations that happened that day are alive today. 9/11 shows up on digital clocks on a daily basis and the media just does what it does, explaining the unexplainable, looking for answers.

A funeral delayed, as airports everywhere were closed. Driving to Chicago would be logistically difficult and take a long time. Nobody was going anywhere for a while.

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